Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.